The Old Bat in the Bat Cave is certainly not asleep yet.
He has a habit of burying his head in a large bowl before going to bed every day.
The time varies, sometimes three to five minutes, sometimes one or two hours.
Each time he left the dish, his eyes softened considerably.
"Da da—"
Even the faintest sound brought Snape back to reality.
Once, twice, will there be a third time?
Wearing a black silk nightgown, he picked up his wand and pointed it directly at the door.
With a loud "bang," Quirrell, who was rummaging through bottles and jars, was so startled that he almost fell to the ground.
"Lumos— "
Before the light shone on him, he had already transformed his trousers into a black cloak and covered his forehead.
Snape finally got his wish and saw the face of the You-Know-Who dared to invade his office.
A black half-length cloak created using advanced Transfiguration;
The lower half of the face that wasn't covered;
The lower half of the body was completely bare.
And the crotch area, which revealed a section of purple fabric.
Upon seeing this bizarre appearance, Snape was clearly stunned for half a second.
But he was, after all, a qualified professor, and instantly raised his wand.
A beam of red light flashed and struck the old wooden cabinet full of precious herbs.
"Aww—"
Quirrell had just lunged towards the door, landed on the floor, and the wounds on his body and right thigh made him let out a piercing howl of pain.
Snape sneered and made a half-circle motion with his right hand, which was holding the wand.
The door frame seemed to come alive, with several chains branching out and wrapping around it.
Despite the excruciating pain, Quirrell, rolling and crawling on the ground, used his hard Alder Wand to deflect them one by one.
"Tsk tsk, let me guess who you are—"
Snape walked slowly out of the office with a cold expression.
Draco once said that one of the Gryffindor Little Lions was a very good fighter and was once the prime suspect.
This person's wand is so hard, what else could it be but alder?
Moreover, those few moves just now matched some rumors.
"Wayne, you can't escape."
Just as he raised his wand high, Quirrell, who was walking briskly forward while leaning against the wall, suddenly turned around and stared at him.
"Don't kill him yet—"
Even without the large face on the back of his head reminding him, Quirrell knew that the Snape with the amused expression in front of him was not the Batman who had just shot him in the thigh.
"Expelliarmus— "
No longer panicked, he slightly raised his wand, and the spell coming towards him dissipated into the air.
"Nonverbal spells? You're not Wayne!" Snape's face darkened again.
If a first-year student could really be this extraordinary, then this professor, who has been at the school for over ten years, would have no face to continue working there.
The price for this underestimation of the enemy was the same spell cast by the Alder Wand.
Clang—
Even though Snape, who had been thrown into the office, immediately got up and ran out, he still couldn't find the You-Know-Who again.
He stared at his torn black silk pajamas, and reluctantly shook his matted long hair.
Thankfully, none of the Potions that got on them were dangerous.
"Oh, so you were injured."
His dark eyes looked at the specks of blood on the floor. "You can't escape, you coward."
Vincent, in his room on the fourth floor, was gazing thoughtfully at a Troll lying unconscious on the ground.
The plot points not shown in the movie made him realize two very scary things.
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Now that this year is over, what should we do next year?
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year, so it's likely that a new villain will appear every year from now on.
"So, in the final installment, the resurrected bald guy with the power outlet will personally come to Hogwarts to become a professor?"
He shivered, got up, and pushed open the door.
"Hmm—" Holding the parchment, he stared blankly at the smallest bottle.
Potions that can withstand fire is definitely not an ordinary item.
The last smoke grenade pulled from his pocket looked exactly like the bottle.
To achieve a more similar appearance, he also added some of the supposedly deadly Potions that was supposedly consumed nearby.
"Harry probably won't come in..."
After drinking the Potions to return home, Vincent, who was muttering to himself, suddenly appeared next to the Trapdoor.
He squatted down, stunned, and put his face toward the clod of earth blocking the entrance.
"Hey, can you hear me?"
The three young wizards below, who were still using Transfiguration, quickly turned around.
When did he disappear?
"Who knew? He often appears and disappears like this."
Hermione kicked a narrow clod of dirt, looking annoyed.
She raised her little head and shouted, "Did you go inside?"
"Yeah, I didn't know that drinking the Potions would teleport me here."
The twins turned around at the same time and looked at the tightly closed door.
"Stop thinking about it, getting out of here as soon as possible is the most important thing."
Hermione's reminder made them all realize that going there wasn't as fast as going directly out.
But both of them had secretly made up their minds that they must go inside and take a look if they had the chance.
After Vincent reduced the clod of earth to a size he could barely squeeze into, he used Transfiguration to turn his coat into a long rope.
"Hurry up and climb up, I don't know when the three-headed dog next to us will wake up."
He said that, but after securing the other end, he squatted down in front of one of the big heads.
Quirrell has already used up what he stole from Snape's office; next time he goes in, he'll probably have to get information out of Hagrid.
If you're unlucky and the potions outside are contaminated again, and you try to sneak in to steal more healing potions...
If he were carrying such injuries, he probably would have packed his bags and left Hogwarts overnight.
Even if he doesn't leave, he'll obediently become a professor for a while.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" George was the first to climb up, patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm thinking about how to expose Quirrell."
"Oh, that is indeed a problem."
If you tell Dumbledore about it, Quirrell, who was involved in setting up the obstacle course, might turn around and bite you.
Forget about adding points, it's possible they could wipe out all your points altogether.
When Fred and Hermione came up, they both looked worried.
"Actually, it wasn't a complete loss; at least we now know that Quirrell has a problem."
Hermione pointed to the Trapdoor. "The way he ran away in such a hurry just now clearly means he didn't get what he wanted."
He will definitely stay at school until he gets his hands on it.
"That's right." Vincent rubbed the big head in front of him. "As long as he's pretending, we have countless ways to expose him."
George reached out and touched him too. "Fred and I have wanted to play a trick on him for a while, but we didn't before because we felt sorry for him."
Hermione nervously reached out her little hand only after Fred touched it.
"Okay, it feels pretty comfortable to touch."
The four of them exchanged glances and instinctively stood up.
"How long will the medicine last?"
"Who knows? Why don't you go ask Quirrell?"
"Stop joking, we need to get back quickly."
"Yes, Catwoman!"